In The World Of Flowers

In the world of flowers,

I will fly like silly rovers,

Wandering in the field

Like a Peacock opening its wings.

Sharing my happiness,

Without propelling any difference,

Whoever it will be?

I Will enjoy every bit with glee,

Be a rich or a birch,

With any color difference,

Without asking any religious concerns,

I will fly like a butterfly,

Feeding Nector to every rye.